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Monday, August 20, 2012

The
Excerpt for the Cover Reveal

“Cassie, wake up.” He stood back up
over me as I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

I noticed that Ted was not with him,
and he looked defeated as he sat down on the floor beside me. I crawled over to
wrap my arms around him, and he looked surprised at first but then he put his
arm around me and we were silent for a little while.

“We are going to have to move soon.”
Brett was speaking quietly as he rubbed my arm. “He knows where we are, so when
he wakes up, he may come for us. I was too late to help him.”

I did not know how long Brett had
been gone, but I assumed by his tone that he had found his friend in very bad
shape. It scared me that if he turned into one of them then he would know where
we were. I sighed as I leaned my head on Brett’s shoulder. Something struck me
as odd as I inhaled his scent. I thought that he smelled tasty.

Tasty! I was alarmed. He smelled
good, but tasty was not something that should describe my crush. Something bad
was happening to me, and I could keep trying to fight it, but as I glanced at
my finger, I knew in the back of my mind it was only going to get worse.

He was looking at me while I was
having all these thoughts, and he was too close for comfort. He smiled as he
took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. It was everything I had
hoped for in our first kiss. There were fireworks, and my whole body felt
alive. I allowed him to ease me down onto the tarp and welcomed his body weight
on top of me. This felt right and I wanted him all over me just like this. I
had dreamed of this moment countless times and it was finally happening.

Our kisses became more urgent, and
he moved one hand down to slide up my shirt. I heard a low growl come from
somewhere within me. Something wasn’t right. It happened very quickly, but
before I knew it, I had reared back and bitten into his chin hard. He cried out
in severe pain, and tried to push me off of him, but I was latched on. I felt
the skin break in my mouth, and felt my hunger as I ripped the skin away from
his face. When I realized what I had done, I was horrified.

I stood back thinking of how I could
remedy the situation. He sat there with blood pouring from his face and a hurt
look in his eyes. All I could think of was one word: tasty. I had to get out of
there. What the hell had I done? How many times had I pictured my lips near
his, and I manage to get them there by biting his face off? I had to get as far
away from him as possible. I ran out the entrance and into the school hall.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I contemplated where to go. I was
changing into one of those monsters.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A couple of years ago, I
was working on a rather dark project. The fact of the matter is that most of my
writing was dark back then. I was at a crucial part of the story and had been
laboring over it for hours. Suddenly, Jonathan (my son) burst through the door,
home from school, excited; more excited than
usual. When I asked him why, he explained that he had come up with an idea for
a story, and was desperate to tell me about it. At first I was a bit irritated.
I was on a roll and didn't really want to stop what I was doing. But, not
wanting to be a “bad dad,” I smiled and listened.

If you
want to know what he told me, you need only read the prologue of Book One. I
wrote down action for action what he said. I naturally adjusted the language to
a more adult tone, and added the dialogue, but the sequences were all his. By
the time he finished, I had forgotten all about my dumb book and was
captivated. He went on to explain the main character (including his name) and
the general idea for the story. ALL THAT FROM THE MIND SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY!!!

Right
then, I knew that an idea like that could not be left to waste. I abandoned my
book and set to work. Admittedly, Jonathan lost interest soon after and moved
on to things more fun than watching his old man type. Still, from time to time
I would read it to him, and get his opinion. He loved watching it take shape,
and relished the idea that other people would one day read it.

When my
first publisher picked up what came to known as The Godling Chronicles, I was
elated. I had never been more proud of my son, and I must admit...myself. The
day the first copies arrived at our house and I looked in the back to see our
picture, it really hit me what had happened. For years I had written dark,
cerebral stories that only I and a few others might enjoy. Looking back I see
my old work as less of a story, and more of an academic exercise in self-indulgence.
And though I had always had a love of fantasy, I had never had been able to
write it effectively. That is, until now. It was as if my son had unlocked
something deep inside of me. Something I had always hoped was there, but had
resigned myself to believing it was not.

Now I
am free to write and create without the burden of doubt...and it is all thanks
to my inspiration...the light of my life...my son. I know that one day, he will
be something special. With a mind like his I see only success in his future.
I'm certain that one day the world will know the name Jonathan Anderson.

AUTHOR BIO’S

Brian
D. Anderson was born in 1971, and grew up in the small town of Spanish Fort, A.
He attended Fairhope High, then later Springhill College where his love for
fantasy grew into a lifelong obsession. His hobbies include chess, history, and
spending time with his son.

Jonathan
Anderson was born in March of 2003. His creative spirit became evident by the
age of three when he told his first original story. In 2010 he came up with the
concept for The Godling Chronicles that grew into an exciting collaboration
between father and son. Jonathan enjoys sports, chess, music, games, and of
course, telling stories.

THE
GODLING CHRONICLES (BOOK ONE): THE SWORD OF TRUTH

It
has been five hundred years since the Great War between Elf and Human ripped
the world apart, and the Dark Knight of Angrääl has stolen the Sword of Truth.
With it, he has trapped the Gods in heaven. If left unchallenged he will kill
the Gods and reshape the world into an unimaginable hell. The only hope for all
of creation is a boy named Gewey Stedding, the only being born from the union
of two Gods. Aided by Lee Starfinder, the son of Saraf, God of the Sea, and a
mortal woman, he must discover the true nature of his power. However, this will
not be easy. He is bound to the earth a mortal man, and in many ways is very
human. When Kaylia, a young elf woman, joins their party, Gewey discovers that
perils of the heart can be as treacherous as any sword. Gewey, Lee, Kaylia and
other friends they meet on their journey, must battle the Dark Knight, find a
way to heal the hatred between elf and man, and restore heaven itself.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Deby Adair is an author, artist, graphic
artist, environmentalist and past equestrian.
Deby Adair has always loved the purity and truth of unicorns and their
archetypal majesty. Deby loves all animals and champions animal rights, the
environment and human rights. She believes we must take care of our natural
world.
A reader all her life, Deby began writing stories, poetry and prose from a very
young age and the WISH trilogy is based on many works of writing and art which
she produced as a girl but later embelished and created into her three novels.

Writing this trilogy and creating a vast collection of wonderful, exciting art
works has occupied her for many years now. We hope you enjoy her much loved
books and wonderful artwork as much as Deby enjoyed creating them! She is
currently writing more books.

During my 'travels' as a writer, as a follower of mysticalmarvels, a dreamer who shapes words, and a believer in makingdreams come true, I have met unicorns.

I met them long ago, when I was a girl... a girl whom animalsfollowed through the streets, who sat under shady trees and talked tothe ethers, sending out her thoughts in happy, floating imaginings;who deliberately touched trees as she passed them and climbedrocky, red soiled and sun-struck hills, barefoot. A girl who cradledher pet chicken for hours at a time, stroking the red feathers andtelling her things about the magical ministries of nature and fairies,which chickens must already know as they scratch in the yard androll in the dirt after a day of dozing in the sun.

There was so much to understand and learn about placesunseen - hidden places - places where beauty unravelled as naturallyas a mountain stream, where waterfalls of galloping horses wouldmasquerade as drops of water, vibrating with essences invisible tothe mortal eye. Hanging fig trees with grand canopies hid the musichallsof fairies and, in the tumbling sun-slants of thick forestundergrowth, there walked elves and their consorts, stately beingswith watchful eyes.

Humans played no part in these places; they were the scratchthat soured the day; muttering and grumbling about theinconvenience of passing thunder storms, moaning about the thingsthey needed or didn't need, telling a small child what she could, andcould not do.

But I knew something then which I lost for a while, and yet, inthe blink of an eye, in later life, reclaimed.

I knew that if I closed my eyes and drifted with morning mistsor walked barefoot in streams or on dew, if I held a cricket in myhand and listened to its chirp - all the time my eyes shut tight - thensuddenly, when the moment chose, the whole world would entanglein a web of perfect silence and, in that moment, it would happen. Abrush upon my brow or on my bare-skinned arm and the sigh of agentle breath… the softest most intangible fleeting gossamer touchwould send tingles up my spine. And I knew, I knew for certain, thatI had felt the unicorn's kiss.

‘What is that?’ you ask, almost believing me. Well, I will tellyou this: A unicorn's kiss is the brush of their forelock or mane uponthose lucky humans still unsullied by the mortal world - a child ofpure heart – and the merest sensation of their breath accompanies thestroke of their silken touch. Yet in the second that you open youreyes to catch a glimpse, there may only be one thing which, captivein your mortal shell, you may or may not hear - the swish of a step asthey leave.

It's rarer now. Even for the pure of heart, the earth is filled withnoise and harsh battering. Fences patch the planet far and wide andtrees and forests dwindle from man’s harsh hand, whilst the gentlespirits that care for them are fleeing, eradicated by terror from thehuman smell and touch.

However, there is still a unicorn forest. It is the last place thatimmortality reigns and can be shown to us in our frail humanlifespan. But I cannot tell you where that is... for you must find it foryourself.

'Be careful where you tread
On a misty winter’s night
For stories tell of things we dread
But they may not be right
Be careful where you tip-toe
On a morning kissed with spring
For you may see the unicorn
As she stops to breathe dew in
Be careful where you stand and sing
Should you do so near a mountain stream
For you may lose your heart my friend

Thursday, August 9, 2012

CELEBRATING THE RELEASE OF MIKE EVERS' SECOND
BOOK IN THE HOPFIELD TALES!

"CAMPAIGN OF THE
GODS"

SYNOPSIS:

When Norse god Týr suspects his friend Thor is cheating in
the phenomenal board game ‘Campaign of the Gods’ he takes matters into his own hands
and searches out the only being in Asgard who can help solve his problem. But
things are not what they seem… And once the forces of Hel are unleashed, only
legendary Viking berserker Ivar Ragnarsson and his men can possibly save the
day. They just have to work out when in history they are first - and why are
the local townspeople so strange?

BE SURE TO GET YOUR COPY OF THIS NEW BOOK, AVAILABLE TOMORROW,
AUGUST 10, 2012 AT AMAZON.COM!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Create your own teaser trailer for The Mellow Summers Series, a young adult paranormal mystery series. Videos only need to be about 30 seconds to 1 minute in length. No more than 2 minutes. Post hte video on Youtube and send us the link for it. Make your video engaging and have fun with it. No adult content allowed.

Email the link to your video to JanetMcNulty84@live.com or just post the link in the comments below.

The winner will receive a $50 gift card to Amazon and signed copies of the Mellow Summers books. The winner will also have his/her video posted on this blog.

Contest ends August 31, 2012. The winner will be announced on September 5, 2012.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Two Bulls by. D.W. Boyd.

3 Stars

Two Bulls is
a novella about an Indian named Two Bulls who seeks restitution for the rape of
his granddaughter, Feather. His target is John Piver, a stubborn man who
mistreats everyone for his own warped sense of self-reliance and pride. The
story is basically a battle of wills between Two Bulls and John Piver. Two
Bulls spends most of his time just watching John, an action that makes the man
uneasy. He does strike John tice with his lance, once by thumping him on the
shoulder and the second time he actually stabs the man. But John doesn’t die.
Instead, as the weight of his actions sinks in, he slowly spirals down into
madness and guilt.

John’s wife
and daughter, Mary and Elizabeth, are two innocents caught up in this game of
cat and mouse. Having no idea why Two Bulls in taunting her husband, Mary
demands the truth from John. Their marriage is a loveless one, and she
desperately wishes to leave, but doesn’t out of fear and a feeling of failure
if she does. For seven years John had kept them on a failed farm in the cold
Northern Plains; not because he cared about their well-being but because he
wanted to prove something to himself. Eventually, Mary coxes the truth out of
John, knowing that Two Bulls is there for a reason, since his actions are not
that of a standard Indian raid. When John tells her about the rape, she finally
packs up and leaves with her daughter.

The story is
an interesting one and I think most will enjoy it. I liked the development of the
characters: John the stubborn selfish man who thinks only of his needs; Mary
and Elizabeth, the innocents forced to waste valuable years in a hostile area
who finally manage to break away; ad Two Bulls, a man who simply wants justice
for all the mistreatment that his people had suffered at the hands of whites,
but who especially wants justice for the rape of his granddaughter. The reader
feels for each of the characters, though I found myself loathing John Piver and
I was overjoyed when Mary finally left him.

I liked the
ending. It was simple, but had a manner of depth to it. And it was good the
author showed how Mary and Elizabeth fared after leaving John.

But there was
one problem I had with this story. Despite it being short, there were many
instances where I thought it was drawn out. Mostly, these instances were when the
author delved into the personal thoughts of each character. After a while these
got a bit repetitive and I found myself skimming them.

All in all,
Two Bulls is a good story and one I think others might enjoy.

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About Me

I am an Independent Author that writes fantasy and mysteries. My publications include:
Legends Lost Amborese (under the pen name Nova Rose)
The Mellow Summers Series:
Sugar and Spice and Not So Nice
Frogs, Snails, and a lot of Wails
An Apple a Day Keeps Murder Away
Nonfiction:
Illogical Nonsense
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